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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.