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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.