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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.