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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Index,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.