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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.