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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
X-101,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
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Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.