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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
UT,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.