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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.