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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Ludus,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.