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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s 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 Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.