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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.