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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Technova,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.