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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.