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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.