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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.