Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.