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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.