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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.