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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 ABC to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Faust,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.