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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.