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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.