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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.