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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.