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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Unwound,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Q65,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.