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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.