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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Rakim,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.