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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.