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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.