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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.