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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.