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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Nico,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.