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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Index,
Das Ding,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.