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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.