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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.