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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.