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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.