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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.