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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.