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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.