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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.