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 Chad and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.