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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.