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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Mars,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.