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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.