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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.