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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.