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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.