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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.