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 Iran and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.