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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.