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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.