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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.