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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.