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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
10cc,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.