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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.