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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
The Saints,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.