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 Benin 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.