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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.