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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Monks,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.