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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.