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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.