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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.