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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.