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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.