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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.