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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.