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 Italy and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Slave,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.