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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.