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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
EPMD,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.