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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.