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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
AZ,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.