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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.