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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.