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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.