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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.