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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.