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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.