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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.