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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.