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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.