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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.