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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.