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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.