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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Deakin,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.