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 Tuvalu 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Index,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.