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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.