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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.