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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.