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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.