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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.