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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Nas,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.