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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Scion,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.