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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.