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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.