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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.