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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.