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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.