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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Faust,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.