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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.