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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 10cc to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.