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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.