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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
New Order,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.