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 South Sudan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.