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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.