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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.