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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.