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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Nas,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.