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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Scion,
Smog,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.