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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.