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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Magma,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.