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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.