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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.