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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.