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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.