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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.