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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
PIL,
cv313,
MDC,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.