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 Brunei and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.