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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.