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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.