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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.