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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.