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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Television,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.