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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.