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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.