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 France 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.