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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Slave,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.