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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
DNA,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.