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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.