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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Pole,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.