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 Togo 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.