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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Monks,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.