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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.