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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.