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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.