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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.