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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.