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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Qualms,
This Heat,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.