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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.