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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
June Days,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.