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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.