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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.