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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.