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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.