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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.