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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.