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 Lebanon 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.