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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.