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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Move to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.