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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.