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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.