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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.