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 Nigeria 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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.