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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.