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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.