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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.