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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.