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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.