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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.