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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.