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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.