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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.