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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.