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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.