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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.