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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.