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 Mali 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.