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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Index,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.