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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.