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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.