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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Associates,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.