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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.