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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.