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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow 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 crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.