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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.