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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.