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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.