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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.