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 Philippines and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.