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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.