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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.