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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.