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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.