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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Monks,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.