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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.