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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.