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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.