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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.