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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.