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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Associates,
June Days,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.