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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.