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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Japan,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.