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 United States 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.