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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.