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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.