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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.