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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.