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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.