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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.