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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.