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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.