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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.