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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.