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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.