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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Nico,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.