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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.