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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.