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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.