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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.