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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.