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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.