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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 808 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.