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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.