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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.