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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.