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 Oman 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.