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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.