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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.