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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Television,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Moebius,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.