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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.