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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.