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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.