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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Nico,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.