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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.