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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.