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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.