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 Liechtenstein 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.