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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.