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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.