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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.