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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.