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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.