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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.