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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.