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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.