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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.