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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.