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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.