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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.