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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.