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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Model 500,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.