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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Brick,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.