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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.