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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.