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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.