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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.