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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.