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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.