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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.