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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.