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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.