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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.