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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.