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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.