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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.