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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.