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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.