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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.