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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Names,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.