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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Can,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
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.