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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.