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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric Copeland 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.