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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.