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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.