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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.