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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.