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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.