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 Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.