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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.