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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.