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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.