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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
The Names,
Skarface,
DNA,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.