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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.