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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.