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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.