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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Index,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.