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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.