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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.