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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.