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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.