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 Canada 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Can,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.