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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.