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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Move,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.