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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.