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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.