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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Index,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Monks,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.