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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.