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 China and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Fear,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.