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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.