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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.