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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.