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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.