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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Wire,
AZ,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.