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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.