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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.