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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.