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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.