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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
PIL,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.