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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.