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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.