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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.