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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.