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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Can,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.