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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.