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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.