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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.