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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.