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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.