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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.