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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.