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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the crunk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.