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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.