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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.