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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.