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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Lyres,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.