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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.