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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.