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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.