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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.