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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.