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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.