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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.