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 Kazakhstan 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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
June Days,
a-ha,
Scion,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.