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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.