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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.