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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.