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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
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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.