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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.