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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.