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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.