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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.