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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.