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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.