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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.