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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.