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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.