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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
MDC,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.