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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.