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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.