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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.