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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Fear,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.