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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.