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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.