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 Fiji 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.