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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.