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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.