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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.