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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.