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 Rwanda 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.