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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.