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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.