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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.