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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.