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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.