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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.