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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.