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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.