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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Mars,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.