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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.