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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Can,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.