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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.