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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.