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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.