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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.