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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.