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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.