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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.