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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.