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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.