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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.