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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.