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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.