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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Mars,
the Association,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.