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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.