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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.