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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.