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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.