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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.