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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.