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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.