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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.