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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.