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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.