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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.