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 Togo 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.