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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.