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 Russia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.