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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.