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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Victims,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.