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 Germany 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.