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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.