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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.