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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.