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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.