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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Gong,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.