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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.