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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.