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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.