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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Q65,
The Litter,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.