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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.