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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
MDC,
DNA,
Main Source,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.