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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Visage to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.