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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.