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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.