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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
The Index,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.