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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.