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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.