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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.