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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.