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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.