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 Congo 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.