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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.