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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.