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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.