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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.