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 Zambia and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus 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 rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
UT,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.