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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.