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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.