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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Nico,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.