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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.