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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.