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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Index,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.