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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.