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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.