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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.