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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.