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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.