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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.