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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.