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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.