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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The Saints,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.