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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.