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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.