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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.