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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.