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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.