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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.