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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.