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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.