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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.