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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.