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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.