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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.