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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.