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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Cluster,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.