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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
CMW,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.