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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.