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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.