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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.