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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
June Days,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Brick,
The Index,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.