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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 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 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.