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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.