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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.