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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Human League,
AZ,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.