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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Victims,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.