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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.