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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.