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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.