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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.