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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.