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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.