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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.