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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.