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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.