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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.