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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.