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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Visage,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.