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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.