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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.