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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.