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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.