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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The Saints,
PIL,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.