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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Faust,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.