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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.