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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.