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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.