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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.