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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.