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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.