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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.