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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Brick,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
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.