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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.