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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.