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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.