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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.