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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.