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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.