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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.