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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.