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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.