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 Croatia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Audionom,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.