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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Index,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.