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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.