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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.