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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.