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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.