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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.