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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.