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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.