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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.