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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.