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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.