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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.