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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.