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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.