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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.