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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.