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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
New Order,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.