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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.