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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.