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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.