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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.