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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Q65,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.